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I tried to control my emotions, but I couldn't stop trembling all over. Faced with my persistent questions, Zac couldn't find the words.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "So, you know everything, huh?"

Zac openly recounted his past with Jemma, like it was a storyline from a typical TV drama. At first, he didn't really like the inexperienced newcomer in the workplace. However, when he faced a lot of difficulties and frustration, it was this young rookie who kept him company.

The cold wind outside blew in sharply. Zac lit a cigarette, and the smoke surrounded his face, making it hard to read his emotions.

He looked at me and said, "She's like a little ball of sunshine, always full of energy.

"Unlike you, who tends to have emotional outbursts.

"Work already gives me enough headaches, and coming home to you adds to it."

Zac rubbed his temples, looking somewhat tired. "Sammi, I am indeed worn out."

I stared at him blankly and murmured, "Then, why didn’t you suggest a divorce?"

Zac lowered his head slightly, looking at me earnestly. "Sammi, I am tired, but I've never thought of leaving you. I just need a place to catch my breath so I can continue loving you."

So, Jemma was his way to find some peace, his refuge of tenderness. It was really absurd and unbelievable. I looked at him in shock and said, "You're shameless."

Zac took a puff of his cigarette, appearing impatient and agitated. "In the beginning, I tried to be patient with you. But Sammi, your emotional outbursts, they became too much. You looked really ugly during those breakdowns. It made me feel disgusted."